The overly excited girl in front of me in the line to get in the show asked me why I was there. I responded with the most truthful answer I could give her, “I have no freaking idea.” She whipped back around absolutely disgusted by my answer.

Maybe it was my Every Time I Die T-shirt I had on, or maybe it was the 1-1/2″ gauges in my ears, but I obviously stood out and people caught on quick. There was no hiding it.

Tonight was the epitome of a pop show. The kind of pop show I have never really been into (unless you’re talking about Bieber but that’s just a weird obsession of mine…. don’t judge). There were girls screaming, no, screaming is not the right word, SCREECHING before anything even happened. My ears hurt and the music hadn’t even started. That’s when Before You Exit took the stage and it all made sense. They were adorable… if you’re 11-13 years old. I am 26. Do I need to say more about how out of place I felt?

Between them, The Tide, and headliners The Vamps, the average age of the musicians was probably around 10 years old. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but not by much. Each member of every band was adorable and because of that, the girls (no reason to say crowd because I only counted five guys in the whole place) never stopped screeching.

I get it, they’re cute, they’ve got that “rockstar” thing going for them, it’s just not my scene. The music wasn’t terrible. Each song was just as catchy as the last one. Even though I’m not a fan of straight up pop music, I definitely found myself tapping my feet and nodding my head. With synchronized jumps and spins, what was there not to love?

It was amazing how receptive the crowd is at a pop show. At the shows I go to, it’s obvious that people conserve their energy for the headliner or whoever they went there to see. Tonight, every time a band member said to put your hands up, everyone’s hands were in the air. When they said clap, the whole crowd clapped to the point where it was hard to hear the drummer. Sometimes I wish more shows were like that. I hate hearing bands have to beg for the crowd to do something as simple as put their hands up. Tonight, there was no begging, not even a please. All these cute boys had to do was say the word and the crowd was doing it.

Here I was at a show where the headliner had a song about singing and taking a girl home on, what I can only imagine to be, a one night stand. All that was going through my head was the fact that they probably aren’t old enough to drink alcohol, since when does kool-aid get you hyped up enough for a one night stand? Also, the boys in The Vamps had the cutest British accents ever (they’re from Birmingham) and I found myself wondering if they were in Harry Potter. Then it hit me, these kids are probably too young to know what Harry Potter even is.

Although it isn’t my scene, and I just don’t understand the obsession with the whole “boy pop band” thing, I had a good time tonight. Now excuse me while I blast some Cannibal Corpse in my room in order to find myself again.